The pie belonged to Polly, as well as the saucer. Her mamma had baked it for her because it was her birthday; and she was very proud of it.
"Tell me about it again," she said, as she stood on tiptoe by the table to see it. Then her mamma said:—
"Here is a pie that is dainty and sweet,
Baked in a saucer, for Polly to eat."
But Polly did not want to eat her saucer pie by herself.
"I will have a party," she said; and away she went with dancing feet to call her neighbors in.
There was Martha, and Margaret, and little boy John; and all of them came to Polly's party.
When they got there the table was set with Polly's doll dishes, and in the middle of the table was the pie.
THE SAUCER PIE.